Poetry: Puzzles

Jenny Heart
A memory of a thousand blinks are like little winks that caress our minds,

until the blinks turn into stars from heaven, into our minds.

Come, they call upon each of us to surrender to their call.

To have and to hold until they reach us all.

Give me a reason; give me a hope that tonight will hand me a handful of hope,

Maybe by an angel, a husband, or a wife, will be the answer to peace upon my pillow.

The answer is sleep.

Published by Jenny Heart

I write on ehow, Triond, Bukisa, Xomba, and Infobarrel. When belonging to all these sites one can't help but learn many things. Sit a spell and learn something new. I might just be writing about you.  View profile

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  • Jennifer Bove7/28/2010

    I love this

  • Carmen Magnolia7/8/2010

    Wow! Beautiful. Excellent job!:)

  • R.C. Johnson6/13/2010

    Wow -- great writing, teammate!

  • Karen Zakavec6/10/2010

    Stopping by with pv love, teammate.

  • Karen Gros6/10/2010

    Nice poem!

  • Victoria Leigh Miller6/10/2010

    Very cute-- and a fun way to write a poem!

  • Sandy James6/10/2010

    Very good! I didn't know what it was until the end.

  • Dina Quirion6/10/2010

    Love this... :o)

  • Mike Spain6/10/2010

    neat!

  • clp6/10/2010

    No idea what it is. Finally, you tell us the answer. :-)

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